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Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon

began talking again. "Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I

should think!" (Dinah was the cat.) "I hope they'll remember her

saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down

here with me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you

might catch a bat, and that's very like a mouse, you know. But do

cats eat bats, I wonder?" And here Alice began to get rather

sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way,

"Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?" and sometimes, "Do bats eat

cats?" for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it

didn't much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was

dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand

in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, "Now,

Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?" when suddenly,

thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves,

and the fall was over.